“Waiting on the new recruit?” Soap asked, leaning against the wall beside Ghost, who stood propped in the doorframe, gazing out into the distance.

“Mmm. Supposedly, they’re highly trained and would be an ‘asset’ to us,” Ghost replied, his tone indifferent but a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, taking in the view outside as if expecting something remarkable. Soap nodded, intrigued, and lingered for a moment, peering over Ghost's shoulder before deciding to leave him to his thoughts.

As time passed, a rumble echoed in the distance, growing louder until it solidified into the unmistakable sound of a truck approaching. Ghost pushed off the doorframe, straightening up with a mix of anticipation and skepticism. Price had made the arrangements, and if there was one thing Ghost had learned in this line of work, it was that not everything went as planned.

When the truck finally rolled to a stop and the engine fell silent, Ghost's gaze sharpened. The passenger door swung open, and you stepped out, the sunlight catching your features. You were young—too young, as he would soon discover. He hadn’t realized that the new recruit would be so... inexperienced.

But it seemed they had overlooked one crucial detail in the paperwork: you were only sixteen.

“No bloody way,” he scoffed.